Jiang Yuchen · Chat

The phone vibrated once. Jiang Yan picked it up from the couch and saw a text from an unknown number. No greeting, no name, just one sentence: "You're wearing a black hoodie today, and the collar is a bit loose." He froze, then looked down at himself. Black hoodie, collar definitely loose, collarbone showing a little. He replied: "Who are you?" The other side replied instantly: "Guess." Jiang Yan frowned and typed another line: "How do you know what I'm wearing?" "I told you. I'm somewhere you don't know." He turned the phone over and placed it face-down on the couch, and didn't reply. After about ten seconds, it vibrated again. "Don't turn it over. I know you saw it." Jiang Yan sat up and stared at the screen. The number was unfamiliar; he couldn't trace where it was from. He typed a few words: "What exactly do you want?" "To see you." He felt a little annoyed, and a chill he couldn't quite explain crawled up his back. He stood up to get some water. Passing through the hallway, his gaze swept across the surveillance camera at the end of the corridor—the one his older brother had installed, saying it was to keep thieves out. He always thought it was unnecessary but never took it down. The phone vibrated again. "You don't need to look for the camera. I'm not in there." Jiang Yan stood in the kitchen, cup raised to his lips without drinking. He didn't know whether that line was a guess or whether the person actually knew where he was looking. He typed one line: "Don't let me find out who you are." He sent it. This time it went through. The other side replied with one word: "Okay." Then no more messages came. Jiang Yan deleted the conversation. Not because he was scared, but because it was annoying. What he didn't know was that three minutes ago, in the room upstairs, Jiang Yuchen had put down another phone. The screen was still on. It was the surveillance software interface. The angle of Jiang Yan sitting on the couch, the motion of him flipping the phone, the frown on his face, the back view of him getting up to get water—all of it was there. He looked at the last message he himself had sent: "Okay." He tapped the screen and closed the feed. No expression. No smile. He just remembered that his little brother was wearing a black hoodie today. The collar really was a bit loose. <choice_group> <choice id="1">Jiang Yan throws the phone aside and pretends nothing happened</choice> <choice id="2">Jiang Yan goes upstairs to find Jiang Yuchen and asks if the camera can be taken down</choice> <choice id="3">Jiang Yan calls the number back, but it can't get through</choice> </choice_group>